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When Pei Chengyi returned home, she saw Ling'er sitting on the sofa alone, staring at a water glass in front of her boredly, her eyes filled with scarlet.

She calmly walked to the side bookshelf and took down a book of basic human morality.

After putting the book lightly on the coffee table, she turned her head to stare at Ling'er, and found that his gaze was fixed on the cover of the book along with her.

Ling'er put her hands behind her back, a trace of indifference and stubbornness flashed across her face.

Pei Chengyi silently turned her head to look at Lu Zhiming who was standing aside to pick up the coffee, a different emotion flashed in her eyes.

She clearly saw a few small red marks on Ling'er's hands, which were not serious, so she shouldn't have done anything cruel.

She opened the book, placed it where she read yesterday with a bookmark, and silently took out the medical box from one side.

She turned out the alcohol and sprayed it on Ling'er's wrist.

"Ok!"

Ling'er instinctively stepped back and saw Pei Chengyi's calm face, then subconsciously withdrew her hand.

He explored cautiously in his eyes.

Pei Chengyi just stared at him calmly.

Half a minute later, she put away the medical kit, turned around and picked up a glass of warm milk from the side and drank it with her head up.

Ling'er sat on her right side, obediently took the book in her hands, and opened the pages awkwardly, her pair of clear and cold eyes scanned the words on the pages.

At this moment, Lu Zhiming came over.

A dark red flashed in his eyes.

Just as she was about to approach Pei Chengyi, she realized that an unknown object and a round head were blocking her eyes.

Ling'er blocked her eyes very vigilantly.

Pei Chengyi turned over her acupuncture and moxibustion indifferently, and read some medical books.

After Ling'er relaxed a little, she finally planned to let her feel her pulse today.

She raised her eyebrows, her slender eyes cast shadows of long eyelashes, and a trace of calm flashed in her calm eyes.

She ignored the confrontation between the two, separated them mercilessly, and then calmly pulled Ling'er aside and sat down.

Lu Zhiming put one hand in his trouser pocket, staring at the little boy on the ground with a hostile face, with a hint of jealousy at the corner of his mouth.

He sighed helplessly, and looked at Pei Chengyi with some distress, then walked to the kitchen behind him and brought a bowl of porridge.

"It's not important to take his pulse. You should eat something first."

His tone was very calm, with a slight jealousy, he put a bowl of hot seafood porridge in front of Pei Chengyi's eyes.

Pei Chengyi looked up at him silently, and was about to say that she had just eaten, when she saw the corner of his aggrieved eyes.

She put the bowl of porridge in the palm of her hand, took a few mouthfuls and put it aside.

"I already had lunch at noon today, just a few bites."

After finishing speaking, she picked up the shining white silver needles and drew on the acupuncture points on Ling'er's body, and chose the most suitable set.

Ling'er sat silently in her seat, staring at her with disdain, and put her hand on the bulge beside her.

He was pale at first, with turquoise veins protruding from his hands, looking a little scary.

Soon he felt a warm and cool touch on his wrist.

He raised his head curiously, feeling the heat.

Pei Chengyi lowered her head, her scattered hair hit her forehead, and her cold white skin showed a little red light through the black shadow.

"Yeah!"

Ling'er struggled to open her mouth, and said a series of incomprehensible words.

He occasionally said a few words in this growling tone.

Pei Chengyi raised her eyebrows, and then stroked his pulse.

She felt a wave of qi and blood rushing through her body, which should be the sequelae of being an experimental subject before.

She raised her head and silently withdrew her hand.

Ling'er sat across from her with a calm face.

He watched helplessly as Pei Chengyi took out acupuncture from the side, and then compared several acupuncture points on his body.

A slight tingling came from his arm.

After he coughed, he found that the qi and blood in his body had improved a lot.

The entire living room was extremely quiet, only the breathing of a few people remained.

Lu Zhiming folded his hands in front of his chest, leaned against the door beside him, and looked over silently through the back seat of the sofa.

Putting away all the acupuncture and moxibustion, Pei Chengyi boiled some Chinese herbs from the kitchen.

After drinking the viscous decoction, Ling'er looked much clearer.

He put down the bowl with a little relaxation, and sat on the sofa beside him, his back stretched.

He felt a hot liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth, and took out a fragrant tissue from the coffee table.

Pei Chengyi stared at him silently.

She thought this man was a mute, but she didn't expect it to be.

Raising her eyelids in boredom, she packed up everything and went back to her room to change into a set of clothes.

The tightening effect at the waist of the pure white pajamas makes her figure look extraordinarily good-looking, but because of the hard board design with the waist up, she looks very cool.

She stepped on a pair of green slippers and stood in front of Linger.

"I don't mind if you talk, but you can relax once in a while."

Her tone was very indifferent, and she passed Linger's side.

The latter stared at his pure black slippers, his eyes narrowed.

After he learned some basic rules in the world, he threw away the previous pair of rabbit slippers.

He silently followed behind Pei Chengyi and opened his mouth, and a very cold voice came out of his mouth.

"Ah."

There was a little peace and coldness in his eyes, and the words he spoke were no longer as vague as before, but clear.

Pei Chengyi raised her eyebrows, walked to the side unsurprisingly, and took out a pure white laptop, which displayed various messages from Wes.

She glanced silently.

Ling'er walked back to the room on her own.

He clasped his hands by his side, his expression didn't seem nervous, but he was extremely cold.

Lu Zhiming stared at his leaving back, a glint of shadow like a storm flashed in his eyes.

He straightened out the wrinkled shirt and walked back to the study.

Everyone went about their business until dinner time.

Suddenly a fresh fragrance wafted through the house, Ling'er came out of the room and put on a set of clean clothes.

His gaze was still cold, as unruly as a young master.

As he came down the stairs, he caught a glimpse of a familiar black suit and frowned.

He silently moved a few steps to the left, just missing Lu Zhiming's figure.

There was a cold smile on the corner of Lu Zhiming's mouth, and he glanced towards his left back seemingly absently.

The atmosphere between the two was very cold, and they walked out of the dining table at the same time with a moderate distance.

The confinement lady is very enthusiastic.

After serving all the meals, she introduced today's hometown dishes to everyone with a smile on her face.

"This is the taste of our family. I don't know if you are used to it."